, 1887-11-29

hlObhcl IOuBuc, ItltR. an blle were a
wild Injin maiden, setch ez the sun don't
shine on nor the stars don't wink at now
adays.
"One day Prince Gungle-~ jib-goggle-
eyes pap sent fer him, an wen the
young prince went afore the king, the oil
man says:
"'Wall, Gungie, my son'-he alluz
called him Gungie, the king did, cause
he were g%ener'ly pressed fer time-'Gun-
gle, my son., says he, sling on another
eagle feather er two, put a couple o'more
coats o red on yer nose, fetch up yer
cheeks with green an yer forrid with
blue, an look ez s~crumptious ez ye kin,
fer thur gointer be a weddin' at our
house t'-night, an you're to be the fort
nit bridegroom
Ought said the prince, in a deep, bass
voice. Injins alluz says ughl in a deep,
bass voice, Peleg, if they'm real ginywine
hand painted Injins. 'Ugh!' said the
prince. AN who's the unfortnit bride?'
Calabingo-bungo-bang replied the
king.
''That was the gal the king had picked
out fer the prince, an the one the prince
didn't want to marry. She were a proud
an high steppin' Injin gal, an that's
wat they called her CalabingolbuIngo-
bang fer, ez that means Carries-her-
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Prince Gun
gle-jib-goggle-eye were knocked clean out
by this order of his pap's, but he braced
up an didn't show it.
Ought said he to his pap, In be in
time for the funer'l!' An with that he
walked out. He went straight to his
sweetheart Paw-paw-chink-a-pin an tole
her the jig were up ez fer ez their gittin'
spliced were concerned.
1.-The oil man gives his orders said
the prince, IAN that settles it. If you
only had some winter Clothes, now, says
the prince, me an you would cut sticks
outen this, says he, AN dig fer Canady.'
Say, Goggly, says Paw-paw-chink-
a-pin, do you know th't you make me
very tired9 Ye hain't got no more back
bone thin a caterpillar, says she. Il toll
you long ago th't L were goin' ter hev
half O. that wigwam o. your'n, an I'm n
goin' ter hev it, too, an don't you fergit
itv says she. Il don't know e~'zac'ly how
at this present writin',' says she, but tn
hain't no redskin gal th't hoes corn a
gointer sheer that wigwam with you but
me, says she, AN we hear me, Gogglyi
l hev shouted, > says Chink-a-pin, and she
strutted away ez sassy as a hanty rooster.
but the prince didn't feel jest right.
He were all broke up. He walked an
walked, an the fust thing he know'd lie
found th't he had elm right up the east
side o Squawkee hill, an stood plumb
on the edge O. the big yawnin' gulley.
If he'd ha' took one more step he'd ha'
gone down inter it, an l wouldn't ha'
had no story to tell we bout him, sonny.
Blu he didn't take the step, though he
stood Thor for a SNa11 o,f Ho1 ~ ,At;,, =.
Then he turned to go back, wen his eve
fell onter a tree ez had been blow'd down
m laid clear across the gulley, maxim Il
sort o bridge from one side to t'other.
Gungle-jib-goggle-eye hadn't no sooner
see the tree layin' thar, thin he ups an
walks over it, an, 1 guess, were the fust
human bein' or Injin th't ever pressed a
foot on that island, top O. oil Squawkee.
The prince sot down, an the lonely place
only made him feel wuss thin ever.
Bimeby he got up to go, an at that very
minute wat sh'd heave up in front of
him but a whoppin' big painter, with
eyes like balls o. fire, an his laws a.
workin' an his tail a-lashin', shown
th't he were good an hungry an bound
to hev a supper. The painter stood on
the fallen tree one one side o. the gulch,
an the prince had his foot on t'other end.
Ez luck would hev it, the Injin didn't
hev a consumed weepon with him, com
in away from hum like he did, an thar
he WERE, on the edge of a gulch a mile or
so deep, an a hungry painter disputin'
his gettin' away from it. The painter,
seein' hit the Injin didn't make no move
to. come over to him, picked hisself up an
commenced to go over to the Injin.
Gungle-jib-goggle-eye looked down at
the tree whar it rested on his side of the
gulch, an noticed fer the fust time that
tn want more thin an inch of it restin'
on the edge. All he were thinkin' of list
then were to save hisself from the
painter, an he begun to kick with all his
might at his end o. the tree. Little by
little he could see it give, an jist
ez the painter had got within ten foot of
him, an were crouchin' fer his last
spring, the tree give way, an boom!
boom! booml crashl crashl crashl it went
inter the gulley, carryin' the painter
with it. 1t want until the sound o. the
crashin' tree had been swallered up in
the dep's O. the gulch th't it struck
Gungle5jib-goggle eye wat he had done.
He had don up the painter, but now
how was he gointer git often the top O.
oil Squawkee? Thar were the gulch on
w oiucS " Illhl al lle SlTdlBH uD-du =
down ledge on t'other. The tree th't he
had kicked down were the unly way he
had had to git back from the island, an
thar he were.
"'Jee whiz, says the prince, bimeby.
It's tol'able sartin th't tn won't be no
weddin' to our house t'-night, says he,
an that's n leetle comfort, anyhow
says he, an he laid down under a tree
an went to sleep. He was woke up by
eagles a screamin' an noticed th't a
couple o the biggest eagles he had ever
see-had a nest in the top of a tall dead
pine clus by him.
"Well, Peleg, three days went by an
Gungle-jib-goggle-eye begun to git hun
CRY NJ thar on the top o. oil Squawkee.
He had trapsed the hull length of the
circlin' gulley, but tn want no way to
git 'crost it. Not havin' any weapons he
couldn't kill nuthin' to eat, an roots an
berries not bein' over plenty, he begun to
feel th't a squar' meal would set tol'able
cheerful on his stomach. On the evenin'
o. the third day he were layin' on his
back lookin' up to the eagles nest, a
listening to the great big birds a scream
in an watchin' 'em tear up q Young deer